Having worked diligently on similar cases in the past, she knew that with how long his daughter had been gone, it was unlikely she would be found. She could feel the agony in his eyes and her heart melted under his gaze. “I just can’t,” she said weakly.
“You said the same thing about anal sex,” he commented. “I think you’ll find that I can be very persuasive.”
“That was different!” Victoria shot back. “A little pain is nothing compared to a life or death situation. I refuse to do this.”
“Why?” Malcolm prodded. “It seems unlike you to turn down a story.”
“Do a little more research and figure it out on your own!” she finally snapped. She turned her back to him and looked down at the floor. I won’t let another family burn because I couldn’t leave things alone. Some things that are lost should never be found.
“You’re going to help me,” he informed her casually. “You’re a smart girl. You’ll soon see that it would be very unwise not to help me.”
“Like hell I will. You can take all your macho posturing and shove it,” she informed him.
“I think it’s best that you leave, Victoria,” he said softly. “It’s getting early. The doors will open up soon.”
She turned around and nodded. “I was a little disappointed that with all this fooling around, we never got to have real sex. But now I’m glad we didn’t.”
“There are certain lines I never cross anymore,” he informed her strongly. There was a pause, before he began to speak again. “When I was younger, I was reckless. I didn’t totally understand the consequences of my actions. I made a lot of money very quickly, and I didn’t know what to do with it. I didn’t know it would make me a target for all the evil and selfish people in the world. Now, I’m not quite as naive and innocent as I used to be. I’m careful.”
Glancing at him appraisingly, Victoria felt her heart ache for him.
“Malcolm, you’re not a monster,” she said softly.
He said nothing for a moment, but gave her a strange half-smile. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?” he asked with darkened eyes. They seemed to twinkle with mischief and sinister designs.
Victoria took a deep breath. “Will we?” she asked nervously.
“Yes,” he responded, moving close to her so that he could slip his arms around her waist. “Just so you know, my treasure… you haven’t seen the last of me. Not by a long shot.”
She tried to repress her shiver and calm the butterflies in her stomach, but this man had the strange ability to unsettle her. She pulled away and cleared her throat. “I still need to follow up on my senator,” she said, attempting a lighthearted change of subject.
“Indeed,” Malcolm murmured. “He’s still here, so now is a good chance.” He gave her a half smile and moved over to the door. Opening it slowly, he turned to look at her. “Goodbye, Victoria.”
She hesitated, feeling a bit awkward and guilty about leaving so abruptly after the events of the night. She walked up to him and leaned in to lightly kiss him on the lips. “I’m sorry that I can’t help you.”
He stood there as rigidly as a statue, and did not kiss back. “I’m sorry as well,” he informed her in a distant voice.
Victoria fought to pull herself away from his large and chiseled body. While she knew that she should get as far away as possible from this man who was threatening her, she couldn’t help being powerfully and magnetically attracted to his strength and presence. “Goodbye, Malcolm,” she finally said.
“You can find me here every Friday night,” he informed her. “Don’t be a stranger.”
She actually hoped she would get a chance to come back again, but she knew that she couldn’t afford the tickets. “I’ll need to find better parking,” she said with embarrassment.
He laughed. “One moment,” he said as he stepped away from the door. He walked over to his desk and picked up a card. In a few quick steps he was in front of her again. “Just call the number on this card. You and your friend can come back anytime.”
“Shit!” she exclaimed. “I nearly forgot about Chloe. I hope she is alright.” Her voice was filled with worry. Chloe was so shy and such a good girl. There was no way she was having a good time. An overwhelming feeling of guilt washed over Victoria as she imagined the worst happening to her friend.
As if sensing her guilt, he reached out to squeeze her elbow. “Don’t worry. Like I said, I have excellent security.”
His words did reassure her slightly and she nodded. “I still need to go check on her.”
“Of course.”
“Is there somewhere I can shower first?” she said shyly. “I feel so filthy.”
A smile crossed his lips and he pointed down the hallway. “Third door on the right is my private bathroom. There are some in the main area as well, but I wouldn’t recommend using them. At this time of day, people are typically having one final orgy in there before the doors open.”
She took the card and glanced at it quickly. It was a black business card with silver lettering. “Thanks,” she told him softly, before turning to leave. She walked down the hallway slowly, feeling a great sense of loss settling in her chest. She turned to look back, and found that he had already shut the door and retreated into his room. He didn’t even care enough to watch her leave. Her heart sank. She began moving with more conviction toward the shower, eager to get clean and back to her real life.
Mentally, she made a note to check on the senator before she left, hoping to catch him in the act. Various headlines danced across her mind, and she imagined how she would soon annihilate the career of the senator of the great state of Montana.
She couldn’t get Malcolm out of her head. The sophisticated shower sent warm water flowing over her body from multiple angles, trying its best to cleanse her mind of the memories-but to no avail.
His strength, his passion, and his mind had invaded her soul.
“Damn you,” she hissed out as she winced in pain. Her ass was sore from the pounding it had received earlier. She couldn’t believe she had let him do that to her. His skillful hands and honeyed words had stripped her of her inhibitions and broken through her fear. The worst part was that it had been amazing. In the moment, she had been so swept away that her ability to feel pain had been dulled-but she knew that she would pay for it in the morning. She was sure that sitting down would be unpleasant for a week. Still, she could not understand why the memories made her body ache with need for more. As she closed her eyes, the feeling of his cock sliding up her ass made her whole body tremble.
It wasn’t enough. She needed more.
Victoria let out a frustrated sigh as she leaned against the elegant marble walls of the shower. Her hand slipped between her thighs and she inserted two fingers into her pussy, imagining that it was his thickness sliding into her. “Malcolm,” she moaned out softly, imagining him fucking her in the way she truly wished to be fucked. The way he simply wouldn’t do.
As pleasurable as the experience ended up being, she couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied by the entire ordeal. She felt like there had been some crucial element missing from the anal sex; some closeness or affection that she craved. She had wanted to connect with him, but he had used her own body as a barrier to their intimacy. Don’t be stupid, Victoria. You don’t have time for relationships anyway. Especially not with men like him. She ripped her fingers out of her body and smacked the wall with her fist in exasperation. She hated how weak she was being when it came to Malcolm. She shouldn’t want anything to do with him now, after his threatening and coldness, but she couldn’t stop herself.
Angrily she reached for the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a liberal amount into her hand. She set it back on the shower caddy and lathered her hair with the softly scented gel. Almost instantly, she began to feel better. The sweat that had collected throughout the night was washing away along with some of her bitterness. The soothing feeling of her hair becoming clean was only surpassed by the feeling of her fingers kneading her scalp.
She sighed a little at the feeling and her mind drifted to Malcolm’s touch.
“Stupid, selfish man!” she muttered to herself as she rinsed her hair.
“I resemble that remark,” a dark voice said from behind her.
Victoria spun around to face the intruder and her eyes narrowed at the sight of Malcolm holding open the glass door to the shower. His chest and face were partly obscured by the steamy fog from the hot water, and he looked unearthly. “What are you doing here?” she asked with a hint of dread in her voice.
“I couldn’t stay away from you,” he said as he took a step closer to her.
She gulped down some air and crossed her arms over her breasts unconsciously. His naked muscles rippled as he stepped forward, and her body quivered at the sight of him. She could feel his eyes wandering over her and she felt hot under his gaze. “Malcolm,” she whispered.
He didn’t give her much chance to speak as his arms quickly wrapped around her waist. His lips crashed into hers like a tidal wave, and she was so caught up in it that she couldn’t breathe. She was drowning in his kiss and loved every moment of it. His passion inundated her with more force than the expensive shower jets, and bathed her far more thoroughly. Her arms pulled him closer to her and she slowly traced her fingers up his back.
“Victoria,” he groaned in agony. “I need to have more of you.”
His words sent shivers up her spine. Tears pricked the back of her eyes as she began to feel the tiniest twinge of hope. “I need you too,” she whispered, clinging to his neck. Had he somehow sensed her restless and unsatisfied state? Would he give her the fulfillment she desperately wanted? It was impossible for her to explain why her body reacted so strongly to him, even as her mind warned her to be careful.
Malcolm firmly cupped her breasts and began to knead them with his hands. He guided her until her back was pressed against the wall. He kissed down her neck slowly, biting her flesh along the way. She pressed her hips into his body and her hand gripped his heavy cock. She could feel his teeth sink into her neck as she began to pump his hardness.
“Stop,” he whispered, catching her wrist. “I want to make up for earlier.”
She looked at him with narrowed eyes, curious as to what he meant. He reached out to the shower rack and picked up a bottle of luxurious body wash and a loofah sponge. Popping open the cap, he squeezed some of the gel onto the sponge, generously coating it before pressing the soft sponge against her chest. With sincerity and caring in his eyes, he began to lather her body with the foaming gel, drawing pleasurable circles around her breasts. He slid the loofah across her abdomen and over her sides, gently exfoliating and stimulating her skin. Small trails of bubbles formed on her skin as the sponge massaged the gel into her body.
“Such a generous king,” she teased as she watched him bathing her.
A chuckle escaped his lips. “You have no idea,” he said softly. His hands moved over her arms and neck, leaving soapy clouds in patches along her body.
“Then it’s a good thing I make it my job to always have an idea,” she said with a slight moan.
Malcolm smiled at this, and lowered himself to his knees so that he could wash her legs.
She stared down in surprise, finding something heartwarming in the fact that he was confident enough to take this posture. It was the posture he had forced her into earlier, in front of everyone. What did it mean that he would now kneel before her? Her thoughts were distracted by the sight of the water running over his muscles in a gorgeous cascade. She couldn’t help admiring his body as he cleaned her flesh. His touch was so strong and gentle at the same time. “You are such a beautiful man,” she whispered.
He looked up at her tenderly. “Thank you for saying so, but you are the beautiful one here, Victoria.”
Her face flushed at the compliment. She was used to men praising her beauty, but it had so much more gravity when it came from him. He did not seem like the type to dish out meaningless flattery. Her body and mind craved his warmth and attention. The fact that he wouldn’t make love to her had left her feeling dirty and cheap-and frankly, quite lonely. I’m a fool. Damn him and his hold over me! she mentally scolded herself. “Why me?” she asked him, running her fingers through his short wet hair. “Why did you want to spend the night with me?”
“I admired how brave you were up on stage,” he said with a smile as he ran the loofah over her thighs. “You were fearless.” His fingers pressed into her calves and massaged her muscles gently.
She could feel the tension and stress she had been carrying wash away with his touch. “I wasn’t fearless,” she confessed. “I just know how to put on a brave face publicly, in front of strangers.”
“An important skill in the business world,” Malcolm told her. “You’re strong, Victoria. You’re resilient and determined. I admired the way you dealt with my torment and I rather grew to… like you.” He paused and tilted his head to the side as he gazed up at her. “I wanted to make it up to you.”
“By fucking me in the ass?” she rebuked. “That’s a warped way of making it up to a girl and showing her you like her!” She could not keep the disappointment and hurt from her voice.
“You’re right,” he admitted as he rose to his feet. He wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her lips again. “I admit that I don’t have the best social graces. It’s hard for me to trust women-especially considering some of my experiences. Gold diggers, psychos, and just plain heartless bitches. I’ve seen it all. Not to mention my ex-wife who ran off to South
America with my kid-or god knows where.”
Victoria could feel his pain in the way his body tensed up when he spoke about his past. “Malcolm,” she said softly. “I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through.”
“It’s all over now,” he told her gently, as he ran the soapy sponge over her back. “I’m sorry that I took it out on you. I know that you didn’t deserve that.”
She rested her cheek against his chest contentedly as the water washed over them. She usually didn’t care much for apologies, but it somehow meant more coming from a man like him. He did not seem like the type to apologize for anything. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “We all have our demons.”
Malcolm held her close for another moment before returning to massaging her body with the sponge. He dragged it gently over the muscles of her rear, as if trying to ease some of the pain he had caused her.
She allowed herself to moan softly. She could get lost in his tender touch. “Malcolm,” she whispered.
“Yes, my treasure?” he asked gently as he slipped the loofah between her legs, massaging it lightly against her pussy.
She pressed her body into his chest with a sigh. Her soapy skin slipped against him easily, and she could feel his erect cock pressing against her stomach. “Has that always been your pet name for the women in your life?” she asked him a bit sadly.
“No,” he told her as he circled the sponge against her clit in a tantalizing way. “That’s only for you, Victoria.”
She gasped out at the sensation, and found her body moving against his cock with desire. She placed her hands on his massive shoulders and looked up at him breathlessly. “You’re making me go insane, you know that?”
He laughed lightly as he removed the loofah and used his fingers instead. “The feeling is mutual, love,” he admitted tenderly as he kissed her neck.
The gentle massage caused her body to erupt in need and she began to press herself against him more urgently. “Malcolm,” she whispered. “That feels wonderful.”
“Good,” he said as he ran his other hand up her back. His strong fingers pressed into her muscles, tracing lines up her spine. “I’m going to take care of you. You’re an amazing woman, Victoria.”
Malcolm’s fingers brushed her long, wet hair out of her face so that he could look into her eyes. In the next second, he reached around her body and grasped her hips to lift her up off her feet. She yelped at the feeling of weightlessness and wrapped her legs around him for added support. She could feel his erect cock against her thigh, and she prayed that by some miracle, he would give her what she so desperately needed. Tenderly he pressed his lips against the edge of her lips and her jaw. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him tightly.
“I can’t take much more of this,” she said in between heavy breaths.